How stupid is it that my father won't even take me to the dentist?

It's even stupider when you find out that the only reason for his obstinance is because he doesn't want to have to pay the bill.

I hate my family.

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These new birth control pills are making me wacky.

I believed that I had a definite and clear purpose when I decided to write this journal entry. Now it's all lost. Like me. Mostly I've been cleaning up and reorganizing everything that I come into contact with. It's meaningless, menial labor that keeps me occupied but never manages to wear me out ( Read more... )

The other night I started thinking about this drawing I once did for an art assignment. The assignment was pretty simple aqnd anyone that's ever taken an art class will probably recognize it. We were supposed to start by making a very detailed drawing of an object. Then, we were supposed to create a series of drawings in which that object morphed ( Read more... )

I wish I had something to do. Morgan's gone. Lorrin and Hoyt are gone. My dad's gone. I've only got the cat left for company anymore. Life devoid of human contact is more difficult than I'd imagined ( Read more... )

Yep. It has been awhile since I've bothered to update this. Not much exciting has happened. It's just the same old stuff. The only thing that changes in our daily schedule is whether we decide to get drunk or get stoned. We play a lot of videogames, watch a lot of movies, and not much else. It's kinda nice, but I'm ready to get back to my life. I'm ( Read more... )

So, Christmas morning was just like any other Christmas morning in the Friedkin family. Lots of presents, not a lot of thought. Oh well, at least that doesn't disappoint me anymore, and at least I didn't get a Prada fanny-pack like Lorrin ( Read more... )

So, talked to the guy who owns the building I'm moving into last night. Apparently he lives in Sebastopol. That's pretty cool. Real close to home. So, he's gonna drop by sometime next week to pick up the check and the signed lease. Everything's getting all worked out. It'll be nice to have some semblance of a home again. Even if it is only ( Read more... )

I'm way bored. Tired of shitty family (read: my father) stuff. I have all kinds of lame domestic stuff to do today. Laundry. Cleaning. Errands. I feel like my mother. Damn it all to hell. This is not what I wanted for Christmas. I don't know what I expect from people, or from the situations, but I guess I don't expect what I get. And then I get ( Read more... )